"Come here a minute, Tony," said James, lowering his voice.
As Tony approached, he thrust a bank-note hastily into his hand.
"Take it," he said, quickly. "I don't need it, and you may."
Tony looked at the bill, and found it was a ten-dollar note.
"You're very kind, James," he said, touched by a kindness to which he was unaccustomed, "but I can't take it."
"Why not? I shan't need it."
"Nor I, James. I've got some money. It isn't much, but I'm used to roughing it. I've done it all my life. I always come down on my feet like a cat."
"But you may get hard up."
"If I do, I'll let you know."